The Australian aborigines are close relatives of the South Sea dwarf black people, and are also mixed with genes from all over the world. Over tens of thousands of years, alien races have been mixed in.
For example, the Miao ethnic group in China...
In particular, Denisovan genes account for more than 4% of Australian indigenous people.
Well, it should be called dragon gene.
Denisovans are at most a common name, with no scientific type specimens and a lack of taxonomic definition.
The Dragon Man has an official name and type specimen. It is a monophyletic group formed by the Dragon Man (harbin ancient human skull), Xiahe Man, Dali Man, Hualongdong Man, and Jinniushan Man. Among them, the Xiahe Man is
Denisovans.
At this time, Australia had hundreds of indigenous tribes, more than 200 indigenous languages, and a total population of hundreds of thousands.
The variety of languages is mainly caused by the geographical environment.
Most of the land in Australia is not suitable for human habitation, and hundreds of tribes are separated by many uninhabited lands. However, while those languages developed independently, there must have been exchanges and integration, and some common words can be found across the island.
For example, kangaroo, pronounced "kangeru", is not only accessible throughout the island, but later became an English vocabulary word.
Some Australian tribes have the tradition of cannibalism, and there are various reasons for cannibalism. Some even specialize in eating the dead and respected members of their own tribe, so that if they eat them, they can inherit the wisdom and courage of the deceased.
Of course, more indigenous tribes do not eat humans.
Li Bin and his men slowly retreated, and then put down their weapons when they reached a safe distance.
The natives on the opposite side also put down their javelins, bows and arrows, and slings, and took the initiative to send people over for communication.
Li Zuqia came to join Wang Chongdu.
Seeing the friendly behavior of the natives, Wang Chongdu immediately said: "Lin Wu, you are the smartest, go over and give it a try. Bring a prospector's shovel as a gift."
Then, Wang Chongdu said: "Bring a few Kunlun slaves from the ship. They look very similar to the people here. Remember to bring some food."
Today's Ming Dynasty fleet has more or less dwarf black people.
The dwarf black people are obedient, good at water, and are not afraid of death. They can do the most dangerous things in critical moments. Especially when the hull of the ship is severely damaged, they repair the cabin against the crazily pouring seawater.
The mortality rate is extremely high!
The Fujian sailor named Lin Wu came over with a small shovel in his hand.
About three or four steps away, the natives who were sent to communicate were talking in dialect, pointing to their companions from time to time, and occasionally pointing to the woods further away.
Lin Wu said: "We are from Daming. Daming... Daming..."
The natives thought "Da Ming" was Lin Wu's name, so they also introduced themselves, pointed to their chests and said: "Ding Gou (wild dog), Ding Gou."
Lin Wu looked at it for a while and roughly guessed what it meant. He pointed at the other person and said, "You...Ding Gou?"
"Ding Gou, Ding Gou."
The natives were very happy, and then they lay down on the ground, imitating the movements of the dingoes, and even barked once or twice from time to time.
Lin Wu understood that he was imitating a dog, but he didn't understand why the other person was imitating him.
Suddenly, Lin Wu had a flash of inspiration: "Ding Gou is a dog. Your name is a dog, right? There is also a custom in my hometown. A bad name is easy to make a living. Even the King of Hell will not accept it."
The natives pointed at themselves and said "Ding Gou", and then pointed at Lin Wu and said "Da Ming".
Lin Wu shook his head repeatedly: "My real name is Lin Furong, and I practice Wu at home. My name is Lin Wu, not Daming."
The natives were a little confused.
Lin Wu could only point to himself: "I... Lin Wu." Then he pointed in the direction of the sea: "Over there... Daming, we came from Daming."
After gesturing for a long time, the natives finally understood: the man in front of them was called Lin Wu, and he came from a tribe called Daming.
Lin Wu took out the shovel to dig into the ground again, then held it in both hands and handed it over.
The natives immediately understood that this was a gift from the Ming tribe.
He put away his small prospecting shovel and ran back excitedly to demonstrate the effect of digging to his tribe.
Nearly twenty natives gathered in a circle, excitedly watching the shovels digging into the ground, and then let out bursts of exclamations.
The leader of the hunting group took the small shovel and studied it carefully. Then he threw the shovel on the ground and stabbed it with a spear several times. The tip of the stone spear broke off.
The leader picked up the shovel and found that it had no damage and only made some marks.
He pulled out the copper dagger from his waist again, hesitated again and again, and finally refused to confront him head-on.
This leader was quite simple, and he knew how to reciprocate a treasure when he received it. He asked his companions to take out all the prey they had obtained today, and then walked over one after another and threw them in front of Lin Wu.
Then, he kept chatting for a long time, which seemed like he was taking advantage and was embarrassed.
The man raised his hand and pointed eastward. Seeing that Lin Wu didn't understand what he was saying, he gradually became anxious and even reached for Lin Wu's hand in a hurry.
Lin Wu was so frightened that he took two steps back.
The leader had no choice but to continue using body language and lead all his companions to go east. After walking a few steps, he turned back, pointed at Lin Wu and chirped, and then led his companions to go east again.
Lin Wu finally understood: "You invited me to be a guest?"
The natives are still making gestures.
Lin Wu ran back and reported: "I gave them a shovel, and they knew how to reciprocate by giving me a bunch of prey and inviting me as a guest."
“Excellent!”
Wang Chongdu was so happy that he personally took people there to communicate.
There was another round of gestures between the two sides.
Li Zuqia found it quite interesting, but also a little worried. He said to Gao Wenbao beside him: "I'm afraid this place is even more wild than Nanyang. There are no foreign countries to be found. They are just indigenous savages."
Gao Wenbao said: "Who knows how big this place is? There are both savages and kingdoms in the Nanyang Islands. Maybe if we search again, we can also find small states here. The most important thing is whether we can find gold and silver mines!
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The two sides continued to communicate. Wang Chongdu had not been visiting the tribe for a long time, and the natives were already a little impatient.
Finally, Kunlun slave was brought.
When the natives discovered that there were people with similar skin colors to their own, they became even more happy and came forward to talk.
Several Nanyang dwarfs also communicated in their mother tongue. Both sides spoke like ducks, but neither of them understood each other.
But the indigenous people didn't mind. There were too many languages in Australia, and tribes further away couldn't communicate with each other. They thought that the dwarf black people also came from a certain tribe and were allies with the white-skinned Daming tribe.
Wang Chongdu and others have been drifting at sea for a long time and have been tanned enough, but they are regarded as white by the Australian aborigines.
The crowd was led by the natives to the east for more than ten miles, and finally saw some low earth houses with roofs covered with something similar to thatch.
This tribe is small in scale and is branched off from the larger tribe further east.
The chief was a short, middle-aged man, and he was accompanied by an old man who looked like a priest. They first checked the power of the shovel and learned about the contact process. They soon regarded everyone as distinguished guests and summoned the women to cook food.
There was a wide variety of food, including not only the kangaroo caught yesterday, but also a living crocodile.
The main cooking method is barbecue.
Men and women come and go, all without clothes, but with various original paint patterns on their bodies. There are also tattoos.
The crew members have long been familiar with it because they have met it on the Nanyang Islands.
Including the Kunlun slaves, only more than thirty people came this time. Under Wang Chongdu's arrangement, they seemed unprepared, but in fact there were always people on guard with weapons.
Li Zuqia was taken over to watch the cooking. The indigenous woman next to him had two lumps dangling on her chest.
It's really eye-catching.
A native quickly dug into the wood to make a fire. Within thirty or forty seconds it started to smoke, and he lit a large amount of firewood in a shallow pit.
Immediately afterwards, the kangaroo captured yesterday was brought over, stabbed to death and thrown into the fire without bleeding.
There was a crackling sound, and the kangaroo's hair was ignited, and a burning smell filled the air.
"Just bake it and eat it like this?" Li Zuqia muttered.
Gao Wenbao said: "Who knows?"
Then he saw two natives carrying baskets with many small stones in them. They also poured the small stones into the fire.
Not long after, the kangaroo was dragged out of the fire.
The natives used clay pots to pour water on it, and then used stone knives to scrape the burnt kangaroo fur. After scraping almost enough, they finally disembowelled the kangaroo.
The chief personally cut off the kangaroo's heart and handed it to Wang Chongdu in a bloody mess. With a simple smile and expectant eyes, he invited the distinguished guests to taste it.
Wang Chongdu pretended not to understand and muttered: "How the hell can you eat this?"
Naturally, the chief didn't understand what he was saying, so he demonstrated how to eat it himself. He pulled out a dagger and cut off a section of the heart, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and handed the rest to Wang Chongdu.
Wang Chongdu cut off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, and quickly handed the rest to Li Bin.
Li Bin also ate a piece with a grimace, and quickly handed it to Gao Wenbao.
They were passed around one by one and everyone ate together, leaving only a few main armed personnel untouched.
The remaining internal organs were divided among the indigenous warriors themselves.
The kangaroo intestines and other wastes are thrown far outside the tribe, and the hounds will pounce on them and eat them.
Dingoes should have been brought over by humans from Southeast Asia thousands of years ago. After becoming wild, they have become new dogs, and some of them have been re-domesticated as hunting dogs by the indigenous people.
The real cooking begins.
Pieces of red-hot stones were stuffed into the body cavity of the kangaroo with its internal organs eviscerated. Some natives even sprinkled coarse sea salt inside, and unknown spice-like plants were also stuffed into it.
They used sharpened branches to seal the kangaroo's belly.
Then he swept away the unburned fire, threw back the kangaroo with hot stones stuffed in its stomach and shaved off its hair. Then he used wooden sticks to plan and use broken pottery to scoop and scoop, and covered the entire kangaroo with charcoal.
cover.
Before it was over, some natives brought soil and covered the kangaroo with charcoal.
Various prey items were still being grilled nearby, and a crocodile had been roasted until it was pitch black, and it was still lying on a big rock.
In the evening, a bonfire was lit.
The kangaroo was also taken out, and some natives were cutting it up with knives.
The natives began to dance around the bonfire, and some people beat small drums to accompany them. Men, women and children all sang and danced.
To be honest, apart from the lack of salt, these barbecues are not particularly unpalatable.
The same goes for kangaroo meat. Although it has an off-flavor, thanks to the special cooking method, it tastes good despite being juicy.
It's a pretty normal primitive tribe, not as scary as the Western colonists made it out to be.